"What's that smell?"
"TF brand's ebony perfume scent, has Lawyer Locke been playing around?"
Nora Hart, with a nose as sharp as a hound's, detected the faint scent on Andrew Locke as soon as she got close.
"Who I play with, does it concern Miss Hart?"
"Is there no concern? Lawyer Locke touched me, shouldn't he be responsible for me?"
"Mutual contact, Miss Hart, don't feign injury," Andrew Locke pushed Nora Hart away, sitting upright and leaning back against the chair.
Nora Hart leaned crookedly against the car, watching Andrew Locke with his proper posture. Since their school days, he had always been a model student in the teachers' eyes, an unapproachable academic genius. Now, he was as upright as a deity untouched by worldly matters.
Yet the more abstinent he appeared, the more Nora Hart wanted to drag him down to earth.
Make him surrender to her.
"Lawyer Locke, legally speaking, is it a crime if a woman assaults a man?"